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“Simon?”
The phone rustles for a few seconds. Wilhelm is standing in front of the lockers, his math book in his hand, phone in the other, waiting for Simon who should’ve arrived already with his bus. He takes a deep breath until the person on the phone finally clears their throat.
“Wille? This is Linda.”
“Linda? But where... where's Simon? Is he all right?” Wilhelm asks immediately, his eyebrows drawn together in concern.
“He's not coming to school today, he's not well,” she replies curtly.
“And what's wrong with him? Can I talk to him, please? He hasn't answered my messages,” Wille returns impatiently, his hand gripping the phone tighter.
“Look, Wille,” Linda begins, ”I'm not quite sure what's wrong with him yet. I can see if he's awake and ask him if he wants to talk to you, is that all right?”
“Yes, of course, please, yes,” Wille replies quickly and crosses his arms. His gaze wanders over all the other students who are getting the last things out of their lockers before they go to their classrooms, as lessons start in a few minutes. Wilhelm has no intention of being on time as long as he doesn't know what his boyfriend has.
He hears muffled noises and low incomprehensible mumbling through the loudspeaker, his heartbeat quickens.
Then a faint “ Wille” gets through to him.
“Simon?”
“Hi.” Simon's voice sounds rough and feeble, it only makes the tendrils of worry in Wilhelm's chest grow.
“Fuck, are you okay?” he says quickly, before looking around and quickly slipping into the music room where he can talk undisturbed.
“I–I don't know, Wille. Everything hurts so much, I'm hot and cold at the same time, I can't breathe, my head doesn't work and I don't know what–”
“You have to breathe, love,” Wille interrupts his boyfriend's raspy words. He sounds like he's crying. “Do you have a cold? Or the flu? What did Linda say?”
“I don't think it's the flu, Wille.” Simon's voice is uncertain, he seems like he's hiding something and Wilhelm doesn't know what to say.
But he doesn't have to, because Simon takes a shaky breath before he says: “I have no idea what to do... Just... your voice helps.”
“My voice?”
“Mhm.”
“I'll come to you,” Wille immediately returns firmly, his heart pounding fast in his chest as he opens Malin's contact.
“Wille, you have class. You can't come here,” Simon protests shakily, everything in his voice revealing that he needs his boyfriend with him.
“I can tell them it's an emergency. Simon, you don't sound well and if I can help, then I won't be able to sit in fucking math lessons with Englund and watch him draw integrals on the blackboard. I'll come to you, I just need to let Malin know,” Wille returns. “I'm hanging up. See you in a minute, okay?”
“No, Wille, please don't hang up. Please.”
Simon's almost pleading request makes him pause. He's about to answer before Simon continues. “Your voice eases the pain, Wille, I don't know why, I just know that it does and I can't–” A sob escapes from his mouth. “The thought of it being like it was before, it... it hurts so much and I–” He inhales shakily through his nose. “Please just stay here.”
Tears form in the corners of Wilhelm's eyes at his boyfriend's desperate words. “God, Simon of course, it's okay, I won't go. I'll write Malin a text instead, all right?”
“I'm so sorry for being like this, Wille, I don't know why, the words come out of my mouth before I've thought about it, I feel so stupid...”
“You're not stupid, Simon. You're not well and you're allowed to feel like this. I would never judge you for something like that. I love you, okay?” Wilhelm says in a determined voice as he clutches his cell phone tightly.
“I love you too,” Simon replies in a whisper. “Thank you, Wille.”
“You don't have to thank me, love. I've just texted Malin, she'll let the teachers know and pick me up at the main entrance in five minutes. I should be there in about twenty minutes.”
This statement sends a current of calm flowing through Simon's body. He presses his face deeper into the soft pillow. “Okay,” he says quietly and snorts.
Rustling comes through the phone until Wille asks, “Is there anything else you want me to bring? Do you need anything in particular?”
Simon hesitates with his answer. “Um... I don't know,” he returns quietly, ”although... Can you maybe bring a sweater of yours? A worn one? The ones I have of yours here don't smell like you anymore.”
Wilhelm has to smile slightly and immediately tells his boyfriend that he'll get the sweater he wore yesterday from his room.
“Thanks you” Simon mumbles, digging his nose into the pillow, hoping he can still smell his boyfriend's scent there, but there's nothing but the smell of freshly washed cotton and his mother's detergent, since he changed the sheets yesterday. Why the hell did he do that?
“I got the sweater,” Wille says after a few minutes of silence. “I'm getting in the car now. Should I stay on the phone?”
“If it's okay,” Simon replies, ”then stay here. Please.” The last word sounds almost pained and makes Wilhelm's eyebrows draw together in concern. “Can you... Can you talk about something? Please? Tell me about your day, about anything, I don't care, just... I need your voice, Wille.”
“God, of course Simon,” he replies immediately and starts to talk. He can't think of anything better right now, so he talks about the last phone call with his mother, which expectedly ended with a disagreement and a loud sigh from Kristina, the rowing training yesterday, where the new first graders still seem so insecure, as if they were afraid the older ones would punish them for a mistake. He talks about the literature homework he tried to do the previous evening after rowing practice, about how he doesn't understand the book. All the way to Simon's house in Bjärstad he talks about everything he can think of and Simon listens, occasionally humming in agreement or laughing quietly at Wilhelm's dislike of the current literature book.
The drive takes twenty minutes and when he arrives and gets out, he ends the phone call. He rings the doorbell and Linda is standing in front of him, in her coat and with car keys in her hand.
“Hey, Wilhelm,” she says, ”don't you have any lessons?” At Wilhelm's shake of the head, she sighs knowingly. “Simon's in his room. I wanted to take the day off, but a lot of people are already sick at work, so I can't stay here. If you need anything, please call me anyway, okay?” She looks at Wilhelm in a way he can't interpret, her gaze insistent, but soft.
“Okay. I'll look after him,” he replies firmly.
“Thanks, Wille. See you tonight.” And with that, she walks past him and gets into her car. Wilhelm stands frozen for a few seconds before he steps into the house and takes off his shoes and coat. The fact that Simon is not waiting for him at the door only increases his anxiety.
He walks through the living room and the laundry room until he arrives at Simon's door, which is closed. It feels strange, but he decides to knock.
“Wille?”
He has just opened the door when a strong scent envelops him. It's citrus mixed with lavender, but there's something else, something warm, something he can't define. A burning sensation spreads through his chest, it makes him drunk.
Wilhelm steps through the door and sees Simon sitting on the bed, wrapped in one of Wille's hoodies, his dark eyes fully focused on his boyfriend. His gaze pleading, as if he would be begging Wille without words to come to him immediately.
Wille doesn't hesitate. He immediately wraps Simon in his arms, pulling him as tightly as he can. Simon falls against him and shivers, pressing his nose against Wilhelm's neck as his fingers dig into his boyfriend's sweater.
“God, Simon, your smell, are you...”
“It happened, Wille, I don't know why, I don't know why now, it's way too late and I don't want to – I can't, it's...” His words are spoken hastily, as if he can barely breathe. He presses impossibly closer to his boyfriend, as if he’d want to melt into him.
“So you...”
“I presented myself as a fucking Omega Wille,” he finishes Wilhelm's sentence, his breathing quickening again.
Wilhelm doesn't answer for a few moments. He doesn't know what to say, he wants to reassure his boyfriend, to help him, but he's bad at putting it into words. What if he says the wrong thing and Simon is worse off than before? The alpha in him just wants to protect Simon, hold him close and never let him go. But that's not all his boyfriend needs right now. He decides to ask Simon carefully. “How do you feel about that?”
Simon leans his forehead against Wilhelm's shoulder. He sighs before he speaks. “I don't know, Wille. Everyone already hated me anyway, this is going to be worse. Oh, the weak omega next to the alpha prince, the papers will never rest again. And it fucking hurts. I had resigned myself to being a beta, almost everyone is a beta, my mom, Sara... I feel like shit, everything in my body hurts, my brain is screaming at me, I... your closeness helps. Because you're an Alpha. And I don't know how to think about that.”
Wilhelm presses a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “The public doesn't need to know, Simon. At least not now. And being an Omega isn't a bad thing.”
“Tell that to fucking society. To all the people in countries where omegas have few rights, where they're married off as soon as they present, no matter how old they are. It's at least good that male Omegas can no longer get pregnant, then at least I'll be spared that.”
Wilhelm frowns. “Simon... I... I want to help you. I just don't know how. I promise I'll fight anyone who even looks at you the wrong way, okay?”
A warm current runs through Simon's body. “I don't want you to fight for me like that, Wille,” he returns, however. “I can stand up for myself.”
“I know you can. I know you're the strongest person I've ever met. But not every fight has to be fought alone. You're allowed to accept help, that does not make you weak. Let me help you, please,” Wilhelm replies, emphasizing his words with a kiss on Simon's forehead.
“Okay,” Simon returns. He looks hesitant before his eyes glaze over. “You being here helps,” he says. “I'm not cold anymore.”
“Simon...”
“Your smell, Wille... I could barely smell you before but now... You smell like fucking heaven,” he continues talking, his nose brushing over Wilhelm's neck, right over his scent gland. “Can you... God I hate to ask this, but can you kiss me, please?”
Wilhelm grins and places a hand on Simon's neck before pressing him into the mattress and kissing him. Simon's legs immediately encircle his hips, pulling him firmly on top of him, his hands buried in Wille's hair.
At this moment, Simon almost cries with relief. Never in his life has he needed someone like he needs Wille now. He needs Wille's voice, Wille's smell, Wille's arms around him, Wille's mouth on his. He needs Wille's –
“Fuck, Simon...”
Simon moans, pressing his hips against his boyfriend's, grinding against him like a man possessed. It feels like his whole brain is blank, except for a voice that keeps screaming “Wille, Wille, Wille”. Pure kissing had never been so intense. Their making outs had always been damn intoxicating, but this? It feels like Simon's body is flooded with endorphins, every inch of his body is electrified and wants more, more, more.
“I want... Take my clothes off, Wille, please,” he gasps out before placing his lips back on Wille's as if he needs them to breathe.
Wille's fingers slide to Simon's stomach and he doesn't waste a second, quickly pulling the hoodie over his boyfriend's head and continuing to kiss him. Simon has always been needy, but it's never been like this. Never before had Simon rubbed his hips so desperately against Wille's, had his fingers so tightly clawed into Wille's hair as if he was afraid of losing contact with Wille's mouth.
They can both feel how rock hard the other is. Wilhelm pulls Simon even closer, feeling the heat radiating from his body, fighting the wild desire rising inside him. His Alpha wants nothing more than to claim Simon, to protect him and be there for him – but Wilhelm still wants to make sure this is Simon's choice.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Wilhelm asks, his eyes searching Simon's gaze. “You can still say no.”
Simon shivers again, his lips parting slightly as a deep breath lifts his chest. He loves how much reassurance Wilhelm always gives him, that even though it seems like he's in control, Simon is really the one giving his boyfriend permission. And that he's an alpha who so willingly gives up control instead of just taking what he wants touches Simon even more. “I want you, Wilhelm. I need you,” he says, fighting back tears in his eyes at the thought of what is about to happen. He has wanted it for so long.
“Okay, I've got you,” Wilhelm whispers reassuringly as he pulls the last of the clothes off their bodies. “Tell me what you want, love.”
A needy moan escapes Simon's lips, his eyes go completely black. “I want you to fuck me,” he says in a firmer voice than expected, not taking his eyes off his boyfriend. Arousal spreads through his whole body, reaching every cell and making him burn. It’s as if Wilhelm is the fire that keeps him warm and as soon as he is too far away from this source of heat, he freezes.
The same desire is now evident in Wilhelm's eyes as he looks down at his boyfriend, as if he is still processing the words. They no longer have the same meaning as the countless times before when Simon uttered them.
“Do you want to –” Wille is almost afraid to say it. Afraid of saying the wrong thing and asking too much. It was the same before. After presenting himself as Alpha, it was Simon who suggested taking Wilhelm's knot several times, but Wille always shook his head firmly. He knew he might have hurt his boyfriend by doing so and he could never do that.
But now things are different. Simon has presented himself as an Omega, so his body is made to take knots, right? But what if he still –
“Wille,” Simon finally interrupts his thoughts. “You're not going to hurt me. And if you do, I'll tell you, okay? Just... I really need you. Right now. I want you to fuck me Wille, it hurts if you don't. I trust you,” he says, looking up at Wilhelm with such honest eyes that he nods immediately.
“Okay. I trust you too. If something is unpleasant, please tell me straight away. I don't want to do anything you don't Wille.”
Simon smiles. “Always so caring. You've never hurt me. You've never done anything I didn't want you to do, even after you presented yourself as Alpha. It'll be okay,” he replies in a confident voice. “Just goddamn fuck me already.”
Now it's Wilhelm who smiles and immediately captures his boyfriend's lips in a kiss. He presses Simon into the mattress and they rub their hard cocks against each other through their pants until it's no longer enough. Wille's hand slides to Simon's waistband and pulls his pants down, along with his boxers. His gaze falls on Simon's cock. “Fuck, you're wet,” he whispers in a voice drunk with lust at the sight of the beautiful cock curved towards Simon's stomach, already dripping.
“For you, Wille, all for you,” is Simon's breathy reply before he pulls Wille's lips back to his and sinks into the kiss.
He barely notices that Wilhelm has removed his own pants as well until their rock–hard cocks slide against each other, the intoxicating sensation making him moan.
“Fuck Wille, you feel so good,” Simon gasps as Wilhelm pulls away from his mouth and sucks hickeys down his throat instead, right at his scent gland. It feels like a river of lava flowing through his body and he can do nothing but hold Wille tightly against him and press his nose deep into his throat in return.
“How can you smell like that, Simon? You're so...” Instead of finishing the sentence, Wilhelm wraps a hand around Simon's cock, which makes him arch upwards needily at this touch. “Do you want my fingers?” he finally adds, watching Simon squirm in his grip, nodding his head quickly. “I need words, Simon.”
“Fuck, yes, yes please, I want everything,” he stammers, clawing his hands in Wilhelm's hair, already knowing how Wilhelm is about to react.
Wille doesn't release his hand from Simon's cock, but runs his other one down his boyfriend's body, past his cock to –
His eyes are completely black as he looks up at Simon. “You're so wet, Simon, I... Are we even going to need lube?”
Simon shakes his head quickly, watching Wille's cock twitch at the words. Finally Wilhelm pushes a finger into his hole and just slides in, it's hypnotizing how the hole swallows his finger just like that. Simon is tight and hot and yet it feels like he needs less preparation than usual.
When he adds a second finger, Simon moans loudly, squirming and trying to get the fingers deeper inside him, but it doesn't reach the places where he needs stimulation. He moans in protest as the fingers slide out of him again, but when he feels Wilhelm's cock against his hole a moment later, he almost wants to cry with relief.
“Okay?” Wilhelm reassures himself once more and at Simon's immediate nod, he finally pushes in. And fuck, does it feel good. He sinks inch by inch into the tight heat and feels more and more slickness forming around his cock.
He looks back up at Simon and sees him pressing his head back into his pillow, his mouth open, his eyebrows furrowed in lust. More precum drips from his cock. Wilhelm leans down to pull his swollen lips into a kiss, which Simon meets immediately with desperation.
He hasn't even moved yet. He holds still until Simon tells him it's okay and even that feels so much more overwhelming than normal. He has to hold himself back from coming from this feeling, it's intoxicating.
“Fuck, you can move, Wille, move please,” Simon finally stammers, squeezing his legs tighter around Wilhelm's hips and not letting go of the copper–colored hair.
When Wille pulls his cock out a little, a pleasurable moan escapes Simon's mouth and he is in a trance for a few moments, hardly realizing how intense it feels to have Wille inside him right now.
It's a short while before Wilhelm realizes that he doesn't have to hold back. One look from Simon, consisting of pleading, needy eyes, telling him that it's okay, that he needs it, is enough for him to start thrusting hard and fast. He knows exactly which angle to thrust at, so it doesn't take him long to find Simon's prostate.
Simon's body rears up against him, his cock is trapped between their bellies and slides between them again and again and it only takes a few more thrusts before Simon moans brokenly and comes between them.
His body sinks back against the mattress and Wilhelm stops immediately. He looks wide–eyed at the puddle of cum next to Simon's dick. His cock pulses inside his boyfriend, it takes strength not to just keep thrusting and take everything he wants.
“Fuck,” Simon finally gasps and laughs. “I haven't come this fast for a long time.” He covers his face with his hands as he realizes his cock hasn't softened a bit and Wilhelm has stopped. “Why did you stop?” he asks, then, meeting dark eyes filled with arousal and care at the same time.
“You came,” Wille says shortly. “I didn't want to hurt you.” He knows that it's not always pleasant for Simon to keep fucking him even though Simon has already come, even though it's usually Simon's wish that he continues.
“I'm not sensitive, it still feels just as good as before,” Simon returns, and it's the truth. He's hardly overstimulated, he rather wants the opposite: more, more, more. “Please keep going,” he adds, moaning loudly as Wille thrusts deeper into him again.
His orgasm has triggered a new gush of slickness, which now flows out of his hole and makes Wilhelm's cock slide even better inside him. The continuous, hard thrusts on his prostate quickly bring him to the edge again. His grip on Wilhelm's hair tightens and he is briefly afraid he might hurt his boyfriend as a result, but Wille just kisses him firmly.
It's barely a kiss, their wet lips sliding against each other, their moans mingling as the flames of arousal continue to course through their bodies.
“I'm close,” Wilhelm then gasps, his thrusts becoming more erratic and Simon can feel the base of his cock slowly swelling. “I can pull out, just –”
“Don't you dare pull out,” Simon quickly interrupts. He puts a few inches of space between their faces so he can get a better look at Wilhelm. “I want your knot, Wille. I need your knot.” He looks back and forth between his boyfriend's eyes for a few moments, seeing Wilhelm struggle with himself briefly until he nods.
So Simon pulls him closer again, pressing his nose to the side of Wille's neck and letting the soothing waves flow through his body that this smell triggers in him. With each thrust, the base of Wilhelm's cock swells and it's... a lot.
He doesn't know what to do with the sensations all flowing through him at once, so he just holds onto Wilhelm, pressing his eyes shut.
“Fuck, Simon, I –” A broken moan escapes his lips and then Simon feels it.
The final thrust. He pushes the thick knot into Simon's hole and it continues to swell – stretching Simon further until it presses perfectly against his prostate. Simon doesn't even realize how hard he is cumming. His cock twitches against his stomach as Wilhelm's pulsating knot pumps cum into him and that's the last thing he notices before he passes out, completely wrapped in ecstasy.
“Simon?” A soft voice, whispered gently, almost anxiously, brings him back to reality. It takes him a moment to regain his composure and he realizes that Wille's knot is still inside him as he pulls Simon tight against his chest. “Are you okay? You were out for a minute,” he asks softly, pressing a kiss to Simon's forehead.
“Mmm. Good,” he returns briefly, his tone relaxed and content for the first time that day. He puts his hands around Wilhelm's, which is resting on his stomach, and kisses the palm.
“I need to know... Did I hurt you?” Wilhelm lifts his head slightly to get a better look at Simon's expression and he is glad that it doesn't shift.
“Wille. You were perfect.” Simon's eyes shine as he smiles at his boyfriend. “It hurt, but only for a moment. I was just too unprepared for how intense it would all be.”
“Are you sure it was okay?”
“Yeah. I still feel good. So full, but it calms all the voices in my head. So I can think again. Although it probably won't last long before I need you again,” Simon replies and leans in to kiss Wilhelm.
He smiles slightly and strokes Simon's curls. “I don't know how long my knot will last, but I won't leave you alone until this is all done and you feel normal again, okay?”
Simon nods, his eyes looking tired. “Thank you. I love you.”
“I love you too, but you should sleep, Simon. You need some rest. I'm here all the time.”
As he buries his nose in Simon's curls and pulls him tighter against him so Simon's head is pressed into the crook of his neck, he sees his boyfriend has already closed his eyes and is sleeping with a peaceful expression on his face. It's not the best position for the knot, he doesn't know how it can be comfortable for Simon, but there is no sign of pain or discomfort anywhere on his face. Still, Wilhelm makes a mental note to ask his boyfriend if it would be more comfortable for him to knot him from behind next time, because he wants to do it perfectly. He runs his fingers through Simon's curls for a few more moments and presses another kiss to his forehead before he falls asleep too.
Not much time can have passed before he is awakened by an urgently whispered “Wille”. When he opens his eyes he sees Simon sitting on top of him, his cock hard, his gaze needy. His knot seems to have loosened and his cock is softer, yet he is still inside his boyfriend, who makes no move to get away.
“Fuck Simon...” The sight of his beautiful boyfriend sitting on top of him after waking up and begging to be fucked was by far the best part of so many days when they slept together. Only most of the time there wasn't time for long sex, either they still had lessons or they weren't alone, so they could hardly be as loud as they wanted to be. But now it's different. They have time. They can be loud. His cock hardens again just at the thought and he immediately sees the change in Simon's look. He looks like a Greek god, his body perfectly chiseled, only his eyes are dark and completely focused on Wilhelm.
“Need you,” he says shortly, rubbing himself on Wilhelm's half hard cock to show how wet he is.
Wilhelm is mesmerized. “Can I... can I try something?” he finally asks, struggling to get the words out as he can't quite process how intense everything feels at the moment.
Simon tilts his head to one side questioningly before nodding. “Okay. You can do what you want,” he replies with a matter–of–course that almost blows Wilhelm away. Simon trusts him completely.
“Can you lie on your stomach?” he asks and his boyfriend barely hesitates before moving off his cock. He hisses briefly and then lets himself fall onto the mattress next to Wilhelm, rubbing his own cock lightly against the sheets.
Wilhelm rises and sees Simon watching him as he kneels between his legs, pressing kisses down his spine starting at his neck. “Kneel down, please,” he says and waits until Simon has assumed the position.
Wille bites his lip with excitement at the sight before him. Simon's hole is wet and dripping cum, the rim slightly reddened, as it always is after they've fucked. But there is so much more wetness and Wille wants – no, has to taste it.
He puts his hands on Simon's ass and plunges his tongue into Simon's hole without hesitation. He definitely wasn't expecting how his boyfriend reacted. Simon moans loudly, spreads his legs wider and pushes himself closer against Wilhelm's tongue, his forehead pressed into the pillow where his panting is muffled.
And fuck, Simon tastes good.
Moaning, Wille digs his hands harder into Simon's ass and thrusts his tongue into the hole, licking up the slick and barely noticing how desperate Simon tries to rub his dripping cock against the sheet. He doesn’t wait till he puts a hand around it and lets his boyfriend push in until he comes hard after just a few moments.
Simon slumps against the mattress, his ass still in the air as he gasps for breath. “Fuck.” He finally turns so he can see Wille, his lips wet and swollen and he can't help but want to kiss him. “God, Wille come here.”
Wilhelm doesn't hesitate before he pulls Simon's lips into a deep kiss, his tongue licking into Simon's mouth as he moans against him. “Was it good?”
“You're seriously asking that? Didn't you see me coming in seconds?” Simon returns with feigned indignation and smiles. “It was so hot, Wille. It felt good,” he adds.
Wilhelm smiles. “I wanted to ask... It's weird, um...” He pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath, Simon's gentle gaze meeting his. “The position I knotted you in earlier, was that okay?”
Simon nods. “Yes, it was okay,” he confirms.
“I was just wondering if it might be more comfortable for you if I would knot you from behind. Especially if it takes so long for the knot to go down.”
Simon eyes him for a few moments before nodding hesitantly. “We can try it out. But I like seeing your face, Wille, ” he admits honestly.
“Okay, me too. Maybe I can fuck you like this and just before we reach the edge you turn around?”, Wilhelm suggests and sees Simon agree.
“Mmm. That sounds good. I just don't think I can think that far at that moment.”
Wilhelm smiles and kisses Simon on the lips. “Yes? What's going on in your head that moment?”
“You know the answer,” Simon grins back. “It's nothing concrete, except desire and a voice that keeps asking for you. For you to keep fucking me. For you to finally push your knot into me. It feels incredible, you know? I can't believe you've denied me this feeling for so long.” His smile widens as Wille rolls his eyes.
“You know it was different before. Your body wouldn't have been so used to it and we would have used a lot of lube.”
“I know. It's okay, I've got it now,” Simon replies and raises his hand to stroke Wilhelm's cheek. “How does it feel for you? Your knot was never inside me before.”
Before, when Wilhelm was in rut and he needed a knot to feel relief, Simon would usually suck his cock, taking it deep into his throat and squeezing his hands tightly around the swollen knot. It wasn't perfect, but it served its purpose.
“It's fucking good. So good, Simon. I felt so close to you and you're so tight, it's no lie when I say that was the best orgasm of my life,” Wilhelm said, surprised to see Simon's mouth open briefly in astonishment.
“For me too. I'm glad it's good for both of us.”
Wilhelm hums in agreement and kisses Simon on the lips again. This time it is he who begins, but it only takes a moment for Simon to push against him and press his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth.
Soon they are both rock hard again, rubbing against each other and looking for more. Simon moans needily as he senses that Wilhelm won't keep him waiting this time. The tip of his cock presses against his hole and he is still looking for the nod of approval that Simon gives him before he enters.
The sliding is so good. Simon is still tight, but Wille hardly encounters any resistance. His boyfriend is so open for him that he feels dizzy with pleasure as he starts to thrust. He continues to fuck into Simon, thrusting deep and hard until he can feel them both getting closer. Simon tightens around him and he knows the base of his cock is about to swell, so he stops.
“Do you want to turn around?” he asks, panting, seeing Simon's eyes take a moment to clear against the haze of arousal. He nods.
Wilhelm pulls out to Simon's protest and helps him turn onto his stomach. Turned this way, Simon finds it harder to hold on to his boyfriend, so he clenches his fists into the pillow as Wille's cock enters him again with a hard thrust, continuing to fuck him just as hard as before. He bites into the pillow, but is quickly stopped by Wilhelm, who puts a hand under his chin and pulls his head up.
“I want to hear you, Simon. No hiding,” he whispers into Simon's ear in a dark voice dripping with lust.
Simon's reaction is instantaneous. His cock twitches, his moans loud but brokenly as Wilhelm's cock hits his prostate incessantly. His vision becomes blurry, stars form in his field of vision and his head is completely empty, filled only with bliss and arousal.
He gives himself to Wilhelm, completely and fully, and it's not long before his knot finally pushes into him. Simon's eyes roll into his head as he comes hard again and Wilhelm is so deep inside him that he can almost feel him against his stomach. He's filled to the brim and he's never felt anything better.
“You're such a good boy, Simon. Taking me so well,” Wilhelm then says and if Simon hadn't been completely destroyed beforehand, these words would have finished him off. He would have sunk into the mattress like an exhausted heap, too weak to hold himself up if Wille wasn't holding him, and he still doesn't feel able to form a coherent thought.
The knot continues to press so hard against his prostate and moves a little as Wilhelm lies on his side, pulling Simon with him and it brings him to the edge again, or maybe he never came down. He thinks Wilhelm is saying something, but he can't answer with words. And Wille must be able to fucking read his mind, because his hand wraps around Simon's still hard cock, his thumb glides so perfectly over its tip and just a little movement from the knot inside him is enough so that he comes.
He barely ejaculates and yet this orgasm feels like he's burning alive with excitement and pleasure. The only thing keeping him in reality are Wilhelm's hands stroking his sides, kisses pressed into his curls and whispered words. “You did that so well Simon, you were so good. So beautiful.”
Simon melts completely.
It takes him a while to get his thoughts straight again. It could have been five minutes or half an hour, he has lost track of time. Wilhelm is still pressed just as tightly against him, his firm chest warming Simon's back, his nose buried in Simon's neck.
“God, Wille, I –” His voice is raspy and low, he can feel a kiss being placed on his neck, directly on his scent gland. It makes him drunk. “That was so –”
“Good?” Wilhelm returns in a whisper, his arm tightening around Simon's waist.
“Intense. Overwhelming. I can't... You've taken away my ability to speak. And to think. Fuck,” Simon continues to gasp, his body still tingling. “I think I've seen stars.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
He can feel Wilhelm's grin on his neck. “So everything was okay? Even what I said?”
“It was fucking perfect.”
“You like it when I call you a good boy,” Wille concludes, watching Simon instantly hide his flushed face in the pillow.
“God, please tell me we can stay in this bed forever.”
“Wille would have been enough.”
It takes Simon a moment to understand the allusion and, grinning, he gives Wilhelm a pat on the head. “You're impossible.”
Wille bites his lip with a laugh. “Maybe I am. But what am I supposed to do when you're like this in front of me? So beautiful and needy?”
“I'd ask you to fuck me again, but I think if you would do that now, I won't be able to think for good anymore. Ever. You've destroyed me. In the best fucking way.”
Wilhelm lifts his head to better meet Simon's gaze, his eyes shining. For a few moments, it seems as if he is searching for words, until he finally decides to kiss Simon. It is not a kiss that is as urgent and needy as their previous ones, no, instead it is a kiss that brims with warmth and security, a kiss that reflects the connection that binds them so tightly. Wille has always been better at expressing his feelings through touch; when he doesn't know what to say, he usually pulls Simon into a hug, kisses him or shows him through other touches what he can't express with words.
Simon loves it. He grins against Wilhelm's lips and lifts a hand to dig it into his boyfriend's hair so he can pull him closer.
“I fucking love you,” Simon finally says as their mouths part for a moment.
Wille stares at him, his gaze so intense that Simon can do nothing but melt under it. The whispered “I love you too” feels almost unnecessary because he can read the same thing in his eyes, as if the words were written in his pupils.
If someone had asked him before what it feels like to be complete, Simon wouldn't have had an answer for a long time. For a long time he would have uttered bold sentences, hoping that they would describe what he wanted to say, but now he knows the answer. It is exactly the feeling he is experiencing at this moment. It is security, desire and love. But above all, it is Wille that gives him all this.
The thought of being an Omega would have shaken him before, made him think he was worth less, but he can't think like that, not when Wille treats him like he's the most valuable thing in the world. Not when Wille kisses him as if Simon gives him the oxygen to breathe and holds him as if he would fall into eternal darkness if he’d let go. He knows that other people might react differently to him, that those people might see him as something less valuable, but where do the opinions of people who don't know him or Wille and can do nothing but keep frantically looking for reasons to put other people down matter?
It took him a while to learn this, but now he knows that only the opinions of people close to him are important. And none of these people will judge him or look at him any worse, and even if they did, he knows that Wilhelm wouldn't hesitate to stare at these people so relentlessly, as if to say “say another bad word about him and you'll regret it”, even though Simon never asked for this help. He knows that everyone in this situation would just walk away without a word and know better than to keep talking like this.
Simon doesn't want Wille to be his protector. That was his biggest fear after Wilhelm presented himself as Alpha, he was afraid their dynamic would change and Wille would start to see him as a possession he had to protect. He couldn't have been more wrong.
Both then and in his own presentation now, nothing has changed in their dynamic, if anything it has become more intense. Simon knows they can deal with the world later, for now he just wants to focus on the feel of Wilhelm's lips on his own and Wilhelm's arms around him, he wants to sink into that bliss.
Wille is all he needs.
You have bewitched me body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you.
– Pride & Prejudice